Ookay~ So things will cool down a bit …. FOR NOW. For those who are confused with the way I'm delivering the story, I'm switching thru and forth between Blaine's and Kurt's POV. Enjoy the new chapter and review! :)

Chapter 6

Blaine was thinking how he could make Kurt feed him again next the day at school. He pretended to listen whatever Mrs. Harley was saying at the front but his mind was far at somewhere else. Kurt just shrugged off the whole event like it was just a common practice, but it meant everything to Blaine. He missed Kurt feeding him and felt taken care of. He liked the warm feeling in his chest whenever Kurt was looking after him. It reminded him how he felt every time Kurt took him under his wings and made him felt loved when he was younger. Now that he had taste of that he would do anything to make sure it lasted. His focus was interrupted when Mrs. Harley asked him to try a math's question on the board. It didn't take him five seconds to work out the correct answer and as usual she always praised him for his brain. He sighed and looked around the class as she went back on her repetitious rambling on quadratic equations. His eyes landed on Rick the Stick, the biggest bully in McKinley. He thought he was at the top of the pyramid because he was popular, and that he had the right to give other students troubles. Pfft… please… Rick was just a coward, a silly boy with that mullet on his head. He and his peers. Blaine was not scared of them, like at all. Sure he hated all the locker checks and slushies thrown at him, and it hurts like hell, but he knew he could do so much more to them if he wanted. The bruises on his back and shoulder had subsided, but he knew later that day he would get a new one. Wait! Something fantastic just popped into his head. He smirked evilly as his mind started to formulate a plan.

One week later…

Kurt was enjoying his coffee at the teacher's lounge. It wasn't as good as the one in Lima Bean but he was badly in need of caffeine right now. He just recovered from a major headache his students gave him just now. How could the teachers stand the agonizing things at McKinley? His body had worn out pretty fast dealing with these rebellious kids. He wondered how could the other teachers looked so relaxed when they were dealing the same thing. Well maybe that's because they never cared, he thought supplied. He looked over his shoulders when a familiar voice called out to him.

'Well well well, isn't that my sweet sweet porcelain.' It was Coach Sylvester. She pulled out a seat beside him and sat down uninvited. Any people would've thought she was rude but he was used to it. 'I heard someone's replacing Shuester's nasty job here, never thought it would be you.'

'Nice to see you too coach' He greeted flatly. 'I know you knew I'm the substitute here so cut of the chase, what do you want?' He went straight to the point, Sue Sylvester never played nice to others, and if she was talking to Kurt then it meant she wanted something from him.

'You hurt my feelings here porcelain. You know I always have a soft spot for you even if I won't admit. Can't I just have a nice conversation here with my ex-cheerio.' Sue mocked a hurt look but Kurt would never fall for that. He just sat there silently and continued drinking his coffee, waiting for her to pop the question. 'Fine…' her cold tone finally returned, there you go, '… I need you to take over cheerios for a short time.'

Kurt choked on his coffee and covered his mouth while he was coughing. 'Excuse me? Why in the world I want to do that?!' He looked at Sue like she had grown a second head, puzzled because Coach Sylvester never let anyone touch her cheerios. Not even when she was pregnant.

'I'm not asking here Porcelain so good luck with that.' Sue just ignored his question completely and left without a word. Kurt sat there dumbfounded, not really sure what was happening. He thought with his rather loose schedule he could at least sneak some breaks from his job here but apparently Sue had other plans for him. Shit Sue would skin him alive if Kurt didn't do whatever she was asking. He didn't have a choice here. Kurt sighed yet again, he had been doing that a lot lately, and dumped his unfinished coffee into the waste. He walked out of the room to the hall crowded with students. He avoided colliding with some students who just wouldn't move out of his way and turned around a corner. His next class was just at the end of this hall. He froze in his track, in front of him stood his brother drenched with blue icing slushies, cloths definitely ruined with the amount of stains sticking on. He saw some jocks holding two empty cups high fived each other and walked away. He dashed forward immediately to yell at the jocks, getting ready to make those jocks pay for what they just did.

'Hey! What do you think you're doing!' Kurt hollered, standing beside a shivering Blaine whose eyes was still screwed shut. 'Those!' He pointed at slushies dripped on the floor, 'are supposed to go into your mouth. I'm not letting you go for you did to Blaine!' The other students around them paused whatever they were doing and waited the show to begin. The whole school could probably hear his yelling but he didn't care, he just caught the jocks bullying Blaine in the act, he wasn't going to let them pass easily. They had hell to pay messing with the Anderson! The jocks must have realized they were caught, and even though they were so much bigger in size than Kurt, they still wouldn't dare to mess with a teacher. Their mouths were talking all at once, denying everything Kurt just saw. He was ready to bitch-yell at them again but Blaine choked out 'Kurt just drop it'

'What!' Kurt now looked unbelievingly at Blaine, 'you can't just…'

'Stop…' Blaine voice wavered at bit, Kurt could sense that he was close to crying.

'Get the hell outta here!' he shouted at the jocks, receiving some muttered 'sorry' before scrambling out of his sight. 'Here let's go clean you up' his voice much softer and sympathetic now when he spoke to his brother. God it must had terrified Blaine. He couldn't stop shaking and shivering. His legs trembled as Kurt guided him to the nearest ladies toilet because no way he was entering the gents. He made sure there was no one in the stalls and brought Blaine inside. He told Blaine to wait for him before running out to get a face towel and pair of his clothes from his office. Blaine was still standing at where he had left him by the time he came back and he locked the door behind him. He walked Blaine the sink and gently bent Blaine over the sink and turned on the running water. He helped Blaine to wash out the remaining slushies from his eyes and face, before moving on to his hair. He had a little bit more difficulties doing Blaine's hair with the amount of gel he used. He couldn't stop himself from commenting at the gelmet on his head which earned a light chuckle from Blaine. When he was satisfied that the gel was off he gently massaged his scalp while continuing his washing. Blaine hummed softly under his fingers and he stopped the water when all the slushies were done taken care of. Kurt helped Blaine to unbutton the latter's trouser while he was drying his hair. His hand flew to his mouth, astonished at what he saw.

Blaine spent the past whole week planning ever since that faithful day in the class. He was enthused to realize his plan and it needed some preparation beforehand. He was standing naked in his own bedroom and a piece of handkerchief over his mouth. He looked at the crowbar in his hand and gripped tightly. He knew that he would hurt like bitch but if he wanted to get what he wished, this had to be done. Kurt had gone out to restock the kitchen and his father was at work. He was alone in his house but he needed to be safe for what he was going to do next. He checked again to make sure that his room was locked. Blaine took a long deep breath and closed his eyes. The room was completely silent besides Blaine heavy breathing for a full minute. When he reopened his eyes they were filled with determination. He balled his left hand into a tight fist and braced himself. He threw the fist hard onto his stomach and caused himself to double over in pain. He looked at his stomach and sure enough he could see a light blue bruise starting to from. The straightened himself and punched his guts again with another deadly blow. It went for another ten minutes and only stopped when his knees buckled and crouched on the floor. Cold sweats all over his chest and forehead. He breathed heavily to steady himself before untied the piece of fabric and went to the bathroom.

He stood in front of his mirror and examined his torso. It was covered with entirely with patches of blue-black bruises. He traced his hand over the bruises and smiled to himself. This would do. Now he just had to carry out the second step…

Kurt drove them both to school the next day and kept throwing glances at the fidgety Blaine. The bumpy road did nothing to help him sitting still in the passenger seat. Every time the car went past a crooked hole or a hump, he had to stop himself from wincing at the pain, because it was not the time for Kurt to see them yet. He had to wait a little longer. Kurt of course was worried but decided to keep to himself because he trusted Blaine to inform him if anything was wrong. Blaine ran off to class when they arrived at the school without much glancing at his brother and it really confused the hell out of Kurt. He knew Kurt had a free period at two and he would be released from History by then. He waited restlessly when it was about time and darted out of the class before the Mr. Charley could conclude his teaching when the bell rang. He ran to the only place he knew Kurt would be at this time and sure enough from afar he saw Kurt dragged his tired feet into the teacher's lounge. He saw Coach Sylvester entered soon after and was waited for Kurt to come out. He tapped his foot impatiently and kept looking at his watch. What took Kurt so long? he wondered.

Just as he thought his plan had failed Coach Sylvester left the lounge and Kurt followed seconds later. He almost bounced in over joy and ran his way to the only hallway all the glee clubbers avoided at all time. It was always full of jocks and he just knew they would definitely do something do him, be it them calling him insulted names or beating the crap out of him, a facial slushie would not be missed. He usually skipped away from this hallway as much as he could but knowing that Kurt was heading this way and he would be in time to see what happened just give him pure ecstasy. He was right. It didn't take him more than fifteen steps into the hallway when two splashes of chilling slushies bitch-slapped him in the face. He shut his eyes at the burn and heard the some jocks laughing , called him 'fag' as they went away. He vaguely heard Kurt yelling from afar and he made himself to look as small as possible. He pretended to shiver and tremble intensely as if he was terrified. He really wasn't threatened at all because he never took those slushies seriously. What more a drink could do much besides messing up your shirts.

Blaine observed Kurt's horrified expression, and cheered inwardly; this was the reaction he expected from Kurt. Now he just need to …

'I'm gonna kill them!' hollered Kurt, Blaine snapped his eyes to his brother, only to find blazing eyes staring still at his bruised torso. What the fuck?! No it shouldn't be like this… Blaine must think fast. He couldn't just blame everything on the jocks could he? But telling the truth was no option either. Um um…Kurt would think that you're insane and you're going to end up in a mental hospital before you tell him I LOVE YOU! Quick Blaine Anderson think! Shit Kurt is leaving!

'No Kurt you got it wrong!' Blaine pulled at Kurt's right arm and turned him around so that he could look at his brother, 'It's not the bullies!'

Kurt was now furious. Blaine was trying to let those bastards go AGAIN. 'WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU THINKING BLAINE ANDERSON!' he exclaimed, Blaine actually flinched slightly at the loud volume but Kurt didn't care about that, this was not what they had agreed all along. Letting Blaine deal with dirty words and slushies from the bullies alone because he wanted to prove that he was 'courageous' was one thing, actually getting hit was way another level. 'NO WAY I'M LETTING THIS GO AGAIN! AND WHAT WERE THINKING TO HIDE THAT…' Kurt pointed menacingly at the bruises to emphasize his point, 'FROM ME!'

'No no Kurt it's not what you think' Blaine cried, 'please let me explain first.' He used everything he had – puppy eyes, pout, trembling lips- anything to persuade Kurt to listen.

'Then explain!' Kurt folded his arms and raise he perfectly trimmed eyebrows, 'because I'm going to slaughter those assholes very soon!'

'It's… it's…' Blaine couldn't answer because he couldn't find any excuse to steer Kurt away from the bullies, unless…'IT'S FROM THE BOXING!' Blaine shouted out in rejoice at his reply, too rejoice in fact.

Kurt hanged his mouth opened slightly. He processed whatever Blaine was telling him before decided that it was a lie. 'Did you think I'm stupid? Did you really think I would believe any boxing reason you said?' he accused.

'No no Kurt look' Blaine tried to explain he was frantic now, because things had gotten out of his control 'it's true. I took up boxing to protect myself against the bully. That was two years ago. Why do you think I'm out at Saturday morning last week? I need to let out some of my stress and anger at the gym. After the dinner last week…' Blaine let out a sob at that, he was using the guilt trip now, 'I felt like everything was too much for me and I could feel my anger boiled every time I thought about it. I have to control myself because I promised you that' Blaine whispered at the last sentence. He looked at his brother, faking hurt. He could see Kurt's narrowed eyes, like he was contemplating whether he should believe the bullshit Blaine was telling him, but Blaine saw Kurt's resolve weakened, and his shoulder was not as tense as before.

'Really? Are you telling me the truth Blaine? You know I hate people lying.' Yes!

'It's the truth' Blaine confirmed and nodded, 'I wouldn't dare to lie about things like this.'

Kurt uncrossed his arms and sighed; he closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. He had doubted his brother's reason, and to accuse Blaine on lying, even better, he was the one who indirectly drove Blaine to boxing because he made him promised to control his anger… now he felt like the worst brother on Earth… 'Blaine I'm sorry for not believing you.' He walked towards Blaine, hands reaching out to hold him but stopped when Blaine stumbled backwards a few steps away from him. Shit he must have hurt Blaine so deep now. Fuck!

'I want to go home Kurt' Blaine apprised but eyes downcast, and hugged his middle 'I don't feel like going to class' He let out a sniffle.

'Okay, I'm going to inform Figgins about this and tell him we both are leaving due to family matters alright?' Blaine nodded silently but still refused to make eye contact. 'Alright' With that Kurt unlocked the door and left.

Blaine breathed out relief once the door closed with a click. That was really close. He would have blown his cover if Kurt insisted to confront the jocks. He thanked the god that he never believed and put on Kurt's clothes. It smelled like Kurt. It was still the vanilla sense that always calmed him down. Blaine knew Kurt was going to apologize later, maybe he could still have the chance to get what he wanted…